I heard a jet this morning and when I finally found it in the skies I was filled with praise for the gift of lift. Oh, the wonders I have been afforded because lift exists. While examining our navels, who on earth would have conceived of curved wings lifting us to the heavens. Oh God of wonder, God of wanders, how I have need to adore You. Oh, one day me and mine will fly with lift from the unknown glories, of the forevermore, to places we cannot even daydream of but whose sights and sounds will be glorious to behold–to behold on wings filled with lift.
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